The Abyssal Sea Boat finally ground to a violent halt against the jagged, rust-colored shores of Myriad Refinements Island. The heavy, profound-ironwood hull scraped against the metallic reef, sending a deep shudder through the entire vessel that knocked loose debris across the deck.
The air surrounding the island was entirely devoid of natural moisture. It carried the suffocating, metallic scent of ancient oxidized iron and the dense, oppressive weight of highly concentrated Nether Qi. The sky above was a swirling canvas of grey clouds, offering no sunlight to warm the desolate landscape.
